Shayri

By Suraiya Akbari

Under the Oak tree

she sits deliberately,

to pen down her poems

and tear it off relentlessly.

She's so lonely but accompanied,

by the shelter of the branches

and the leaves,

and the rustling sounds of soothing breeze.

Within the greenery

under the painted skies,

in the chirping of the birds

her happiness lies.

Reading life in the woods

speaking of loneliness and solitude.

She sits there for hours and long

listening to the nature and it's song.

It's her peace place, in the sun

she's a poet, yet unknown.

By Suraiya Akbari